“Your client wants to hire the team for a security detail?”
“No.”Casually leaning on the nearby pillar is done in between statements.“My client wants you to run interference to prevent any new, outside contractors who become assigned the order by their agencies – which will naturally occur once you refuse to fulfill the assignment – from successfully executing the mission.”
Marshall-Green releases another hum, though this one is in obvious contemplation.
“You switch to working forher brother,and he will ultimately pay youmore money,forless work.”
“Her brother is your client?”
“No, I work for a mutual party who has convinced the prince to extend this offer, so for the sake of this discussion we can refer to him as a client by extension.”
Huh.
I’m not sure that I’ve ever referred to Zero that way before.
Nonetheless, the statement still remains true.
Heisa client.
One I’m on permeant retainer for, although it’s always pro-bono.
And someone I will do whatever is necessary to protect in or out of a courtroom.
The man across from me curiously cocks his head to the side.“What type of law do you practice exactly, Mr.Garcia?”
“Whatever type the person employing my service’s needs, Mr.Marshall-Green.”
He flashes a respectful smirk and tips his chin in acknowledgement.
“Do we have an agreement?”It’s my turn to maneuver my club for a theatrical affect.“Verbal first.Paperwork can be reviewed and signed after we’ve finished our buckets of balls.”
“I need to make a call.”
“Then make it.”The wink he’s shot precedes him walking towards the glass doors to enter the resort building.Post his disappearance, I shift my stare to the tiny mouthed, brunette that’s been assigned to our table.“Would you like to take a swing, Vanessa?”
She flirtatiously snickers, pulls her thin wavy hair to the side of her sandy shaded face, and coos, “Mr.Garcia-”
“Just Garcia is fine.”
“Garcia,” the correction is purred to no surprise, “I don’t think I’m supposed to play with the patrons.”
“Isn’t your job totendto the patron?”
Her teeth steal a small bite of her filler injected lip.“It is.”
“Then tend to me,” escapes in an intendedly provocative nature.
“Yes, sir,” she coos prior to standing up for me to drink in.
So, I do.
Average height.
Petite.
Almost mousy.
No visible tats.
